Romans & histoires House Mormont

Most of those houses were ornate, old-school architecture that brought to mind plantation homes with their stately columns and manicured grounds. This place was jarring by comparison. The house looked like fifty mismatched homes had been fused together into one sprawling, chaotic complex. Dirt roads stretched out like veins, leading to clusters of tiny houses scattered haphazardly as far as I could see. It was functional, not ornate, and the simplicity caught me off guard. Considering we had been told this was where the moon goddess chose to live and felt most at home, it made the sight all the more bewildering. The truck came to a stop, and we stepped out into the humid bayou air. Before I

The land here is green and lush even though it’s winter. They drive through an open and rolling pasture. It looks...groomed, not wild like the countryside she’s seen since she got here. It’s dotted with well-fed sheep. As the car rattles down the road, a large gray house looms before them. It’s imposing. The biggest house Danica has ever seen. She recognizes the chimney. It’s the one she saw from the road when she was walking with Lorenzo. He said it belonged to someone, but she can’t remember who. Perhaps this is where Mona lives.

Mammon was at our back, as would the council members We stopped at the entrance of the premises the moment we heard the scream of the pack members. Looking up at the sky, the wind continues to shake through several houses and even picking people. “Two nights ago was a fire and now a wind.” Mammon mentioned “Someone is definitely behind this” My eyes latched unto the next house that the wind was approaching. Morgana ’s home. “I am going to stop it” I declared and walked forward despite Killian ’s protest.

{Ronan’s POV} Canada this season always seemed lively for some reason. Even night time seemed a bit brighter than usual. By the time we reached the safe house, the sky had dipped into a dull yet warm gray. The stone cottage sat crouched on the hillside. “Home sweet safe house,” Damon muttered as he cut the engine. His tone was dry, but I could tell he was very much alert. As always. Heri leaned forward between the seats, eyes wide as she stared at the place. “It looks like a m—movie set.”

He asks if I am okay. I tell him I am. The mountain house appears at dusk. The stone walls are dark against the fading light, the windows glowing warm from the fire inside. The trees surround it, old oaks and pines, their branches heavy with snow. It looks like something from a story, a place where people go to heal. Margaret gets out first. She opens my door. She takes Eleanor from me, holds her against her chest, carries her inside. I stand in the driveway. The air is cold, sharp, clean. I breathe it in. I let it fill my lungs.

I close the bag and place it in my bag. “It is just a migraine.” I say to him and he shrugs as he drives again. “Just indulge me,” he says, and I roll my eyes as we pull up to the house. I look at it and smile at it. The old Moretti mansion is at the top of the street. I climb out of the SUV and walk up the path to the house that was the home of the DeNucci’s.

Brianna’s POV The rain started pouring right after we entered the huge mansion of Montez family. I looked at Rogue who was looking at the sky before he slowly turned to me. “I don’t think we can go home tonight.” My lips parted. “We have to go home.” “The road is being repaired.” The man named Connor spoke and motioned to the couch. I smiled and sat on the couch across from him. Two female servants brought us coffee and cookies. I was roaming my eyes around, examining the classical style of the house when Rogue sat beside me. Mr. Albert Montez showed up again carrying a brown envelope.

“This place feels weirdly familiar.” I commented as I observed the large mansion in front of us. We were currently standing in front of Adrian’s home, in Hillcrest Avenue, New Jersey. It was a beautiful place, one that looked like a castle the Disney Princesses lived in with their happily ever after. It was two storeyed and built in such a way that made it look like a cottage, just much larger. The house radiated elegance despite its modest and simple exterior. There was a cherry blossom tree in the left corner in front of the house with lovely pink little flowers scattered all over. For a moment I felt like I’d suddenly walked into a magical world.

As the room falls silent, they both know that their journey ahead will be challenging, but together, they are determined to face whatever comes their way. * Mary Lou steps out of the carriage and onto the cobblestone pathway leading to Aaron’s parents’ beach house in the Hamptons. The house is breathtaking, a grand structure of white-washed walls, large bay windows, and an expansive porch that wraps around the front. As she approaches the house, she hears the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, blending with the lively chatter and laughter of party guests. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the scene, making everything appear warm and inviting. Strings of f

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Today, I have a prime piece of real estate for auction. This property is the dream of any real estate investor, businessman or anyone who is bored and has extra money to spend.” A glamorous, sprawling mansion appears on the big screen and two distinctive gasps of shock rise from the crowd. My lips twitch in a cruel smirk. “This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Grace mansion.” Otherwise known as the Montessori Mansion. I turn to the audience, my gaze zeroing in on Henry. Just as I expected, his teeth are set on edge and his face is so red and blotchy, I’m worried he might explode. My gaze lingers, steady and smug, silently daring the fool to do something, to